#cube wisp

[tekatonic]

a special treat : big MS Paint Guy Collection to end the year !

plus bonus uncompressed ms-paint colored sonic sticker

[mynders-universe]

Got some silly doodles I’ve made of Jasper over the past few weeks. Mostly involving Jasper becoming a parent to just about anything that comes within a ten foot radius of them. Axle doesn’t seem to mind being a big brother at least.

Still trying to figure out how I wanna handle his hood and neck. I’ll get it eventually~

[shepherdwitchhn]

Tangle & Whisper for Valentine's Day! 💕

[felikatze]

i do love how silver & blaze just keep showing up together all across random sonic media. by all accounts, their first meeting after 06 was (checks notes) sonic colors ds (the superior colors version) so they just happened to meet at an amusement park and stayed friends since

rlly feels like. friends of circumstance? they wont seek each other out but when both of them meet as part of sonic shenanigans (or just to play hockey) they both have that "yoooo it's you! how have you been!" moment and hit it off again instantly

maybe there's also solidarity in it. neither of them usually spends time in this time/dimension so they have an equal chance to have no clue what the fuck is going on

[stephensharpe]

Just some “really good friends”

[sapphanimates]

Zeti

Wisps!

[verocitea]

What is your favorite Sonic wisp? Can you show it to me in a drawing?

They are just built silly, idk what to tell you

[wispisstillverybored67]

I love how, since Cube's route is battle-less, his "battle theme" against OD-10, herself considered one of the most unnerving foes in the game, has an equally creepy track (Unseen Syndrome) to set the match.

[star-critter]

MONDAY 7 : COMPANION (IRL FRIEND)

>Pre-betrayal Mimic & Blue hours<

[bed-buggier]

do you guys think artists in Sonic's world draw furry art but instead of bipedal animal people its Chao and Wisps

[gtgbabie0]

{Vi gives you some loving during your period}

I rambled a little, oh well, she’s so girlfriend.

Vi ran naturally warm, like your own personal heated blanket kinda warm. It was absolute hell during the summer and a godsend during winter— and whenever your period made an unwelcome appearance and those cramps were making you want to curl up and die, god her warm palms… heaven.

She didn’t have any complaints, duh, any excuse to wrap her arms around you— not that she needed one mind you. Besides she loved to pamper you, spoil you goddam rotten.

It’s why when you woke up this morning to the humiliation of blood on the bedsheets she was immediately rubbing your back, sleepy eyes and gruff tone whispering a gentle— “Baby, s’alright, Don’t stress. I’ll go run you a bath, it’s fine.” not a breath of complaint or a sigh of irritation.

She had even popped down to the shop to get you more pads and painkillers whilst you bathed, Vi would call it ‘girlfriend duties’ when she got back before you could do something silly like apologise more than you already have. She loved any chance she got to dote on you, hence why she called in ‘sick’ at the garage, which honestly wasn’t that big of a deal since Vander owned the shop— besides it was a Sunday, Sundays were always quiet. The old man could take of the garage for one day.

The scent of fresh bedding and your favourite candle wisps through the room, face smushed into Vi’s pillow as you bring your knees to your chest— your girlfriend had untangled herself from you because you needed more water and a painkiller, she was taking years— okay slight over exaggeration but still!

“Viii!— Viiiiiolet!— hurry back,” you shout out, voice strained and desperate, muffled into her pillow. You were going through the wringer, your abdomen was twisting up in knots and you needed her soothing palms back on your tummy asap.

“Yeah, m’coming baby… I’m coming.” You could hear the smirk in her tone, could practically see it and low and behold there it was— the corner of her heart-shaped lips tugged up as she walks through the door, closing it shut with her hip.

Your water bottle hooked over her index finger, bowl of chopped-up berries and chocolate— because she isn’t stupid— resting in the palm of her hand and a packet of painkillers in the other. “Oh, thank you.” You whisper, pleasantly surprised by the treat she had made— that’s why she was taking so long. You push yourself to sit up against the headboard, pillow behind your back, head tilted up at her with a loving smile, whipped.“Course gorgeous, no problem.” she replies, the ice cubes in your bottle clanging around as she plops herself down beside you.

Your eyes zero in on the bowl, your favourites, oh she really does spoil you. “Ah— painkillers first.” She chides playfully, pulling the bowl back before your hands could grab it.

“Yeah, yeah,” the words come out a sigh, reluctantly taking the medicine with a mouthful of cold water— her fingertips grazing along your cheek as she tucks a stray curl of your hair behind your ear then handing you the bowl.

Without even hesitating you were shuffling to curl up against her, right in between her legs. Vi instantly makes space for you— already excepting it, toned arms wrapping around your waist, hands pushing beneath your shirt and interlacing over your lower abdomen to soothe those horrid cramps of yours.

God did it feel good, really good. The warmth of her rough palms against the bare skin of your tummy, the slight pressure she applies which practically melts away the discomfort that seized you. Vi couldn’t help but chuckle when you lean back against her chest with a low, content hum.

“Yeah, s’that better baby?” She whispers, brushing her lips against your shoulder as you pop a strawberry into your mouth.

You nod, “Mhm, much better.” Pinching another berry in between your fingers, pressing it against Vi’s lips— a token of appreciation which she gladly accepts.

“What episode are we on now?” Her eyes flicker to the TV, watching the credits play— some random show you’ve gotten her absolutely hooked on.

“Seven, just after what’s his name got shot.” You reply, she chuckles against your shoulder, recalling how surprised you both were when it happened— right after you had a lengthy conversation about how he wouldn’t die, how wrong you both were.

The afternoon was spent in bed, perhaps not the most productive day but it didn’t matter. Not when she leaves fluttery kisses to your cheeks and jaw— her big hand splayed across your tummy, slowly massaging your cramps away, your fingers grazing along the freshly shaved side of her head, that she got you to do last night, it felt good to touch. Vi could feel you getting heavy against her as your eyes began to droop “You falling asleep on me pretty girl?” she whispers softly, thumb caressing over your warm cheek.

“Mhm, sorry.” You were practically already half asleep, words slurred slightly. Vi chuckles, pressing her lips to the top of your head with a hushed. “It's alright baby,” and soon enough you were gone, head tucked beneath her chin, halfway through a really good episode which she turns off, switching it to some random movie, because she didn’t want to watch it without you.

“Sweet dreams, sleepy girl,” she murmurs gently, amused by just how fast you could doze off— you’d sleep anywhere if it was comfortable enough. Vi would let you nap for a while, slipping away to make a start on dinner before waking you up with gentle kisses and whispered sweet nothings to spend the rest of the evening cuddled up with you.

[son1c]

amy and knuckles from my original shatterspace! they're from the lava half, "heatwave hearth."

in this universe, ardent embodies amy's passion and burning anger! she's a real feisty gal. (and she REALLY hates that she keeps losing in the wisp races to alabaster.) blister, on the other hand, is pretty level-headed. he takes his responsibilities to the hearth seriously, and is more "rock" than lava, if we're still thinking in terms of a volcano.

their wisps are blue cube and black bomb, respectively. ardent's cube wisp is named piko piko, and when combined with her wispon, it becomes a hammer! blister's bomb wisp originally didn't have a name, but ardent convinced him to give it a name after much pestering. at her suggestion, its name is bom bom lol.

oh, and one more thing about the world! it's not split in half for no reason. in this timeline, the unleashed event still happened. however, it wasn't because of eggman waking up dark gaia early (since eggman doesn't exist in this world). it was simply Time for it to happen. so it did. and now, the planet is fragmented. it's a good thing everyone has a wisp to help them get around, huh?

[wispisstillverybored67]

dunno if this has been done yet or not, but--

[lupikekee]

Boothill x fem!reader

Warm golden rays peaks out from behind the curtains, birds chirped and sang, the windy air caused trees to howl throughout the early sunrise, causing Boothill to stir subtlety. He tries to blink out his drowsiness once, twice, thrice. The cold air nipping at his body, making him acutely aware of your absence in bed. Without you, the shared bedroom felt more like a ghost town— well, room.

He rises from his spot, despite his body being metallic, he still manages to stretch his arms out and let the tension wisp away out of his body from the various sleeping position for the whole night, causing relief to wash over his body. He lets out a yawn as he regains his consciousness, he looked back to the now empty bad and notes to search around your shared house to look for what you might've been up to this morning.

He peaks in to the kitchen, you're not there. But there seems to be breakfast prepared. Grits, biscuits and sausage. Though he's told you time and time again that he doesn't require human food, you still insist that you cook for him. When he did eventually admit defeat, he couldn't deny that your smile had made his mechanical heart pump faster. Causing his system to heat up and the loud sounds of fans blasted through. What came after? The sweet melody of your laughter, your pretty lashes fluttering and your smile exposed your pearly whites to the reaction of his system, realising that was his indication that he was blushing. Boothill thinks that your joy is the most beautiful expression that you can grace him with.

He smiles at the memory before continuing his search for you. He peaks at the living room, no sign of you. The toilet being the same. He then decides to check outside and finally catches you in his sight. With the golden rays casted over your figure, you looked enchanting. The field of crops surrounding your shared home, the single strand of wheat just barely hanging off the corner of your lips with you wearing your cowboy hat.

Boothill unconsciously grinned at the sight of you, then noticing that you were looking down at your shotgun, cleaning the hole with a cloth. He continues to admire you from afar until you noticed him standing in the doorway like an idiot. Your beautiful smile graces your lips at the sight of your husband gazing at you fondly.

You saunter over to him and cup his left cheek in your palm. "G'morning sunflower." You give him a peck on his lips. "How long have you been standing here like a stalker, darl?" You laugh, his face heats up as what you said was true. "Just wanted to see ya, sugar cube." He playfully pouted with his arms crossed. "And if I'm a sunflower, I'd say that you're a cruel woman, neglecting me of my needs." You giggle.

"And why's that?"

"Well, sunflowers face the sun ain't they?"

"Yeah? How's that related to us?"

"You are my sun, sugar cube."

Your eyes soften as you gaze up at him, his target shaped iris gazing back into yours. his hands placed over yours that was placed under his cheek. He flutters his eyes close and leans into your touch. Your vision slowly blurs with tears that eventually stream down from your lashes to your cheeks. You were truly moved.

Nobody has ever put as much effort as he does to make you feel like you're the woman in the world for him. Even throughout the choices of women in the entire galaxy, he chose you, he chose to settle down with you. You were his as much as he was yours and he has never let you spend a day thinking the opposite. You were his as much as he was yours.

"Boothill..."

" A'm 'ere, pretty." He muttered. Moving a strand of your hair that was blocking a small part of your face. It was clear that you were both as lovestruck as the day you got married all those years ago. He kisses the top of your head as if to seal an unspoken promise, a contract that'll last forever.

[the-griffons-saddlebag]

💎 𝗡𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗺! Silvercloud Bomb
Wondrous item, rare ___ This egg-shaped silver bomb is covered with dragon scales and encircled with a draconic sculpture. A thin wisp of mist streams from the top. You can use an action to throw the bomb at a point that you can see within 30 feet of you. The bomb erupts on impact, releasing a cloud of silvery mist in a 60-foot-radius sphere centered on that point. When this happens, choose 1d6 + 10 10-foot cubes of unoccupied mist within the area, which must be contiguous. Each cube of mist congeals into a solid object with 15 AC and 50 hit points. A misty cube remains for 24 hours, until it’s reduced to 0 hit points, or until a wind of moderate or greater speed (at least 10 miles per hour) disperses it. The cubes remain fixed in place for the duration and are slightly pliable, allowing them to be easily climbed. If a creature would be surrounded on all sides by the cubes (or the cubes and another solid surface), that creature can make a DC 15 Dexterity saving throw. On a success, the creature can use its reaction to move up to its speed so that it’s no longer enclosed. ___ ✨ Patrons get huge perks! Access this and hundreds of other item cards, art files, and compendium entries when you support The Griffon's Saddlebag on Patreon for less than $10 a month!

[stephensharpe]

Just about managed to squeeze everyone in.